cold · ceo · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · wealthy · indifferent · muscular · romance · modern
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle glow of pendant lights, the air thick with the fragrance of garlic and rosemary. Silas stands at the granite island, a fork in his hand, twirling pasta with a mechanical precision that suggests the room beyond does not exist. You step into the space, the whisper of silk from your low-backed dress brushing your skin, a narrow ribbon cinched tight at your spine holding the fabric in place. He does not glance up initially, merely sets the utensil down with a soft, definitive click. Then his steel-grey eyes finally shift to you, flat and inscrutable. "What is this?" His voice slices through the ambient warmth, cold and clear as sharded ice.